I love you enough for the both of us. And there must be something about me worth loving. If you would just try.

Fate is the malevolent little jester sitting up in the heavens and pondering over how ridiculous we humans are and he does his best to make fools out of all of us. And sooner or later he succeeds.

... I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.

I think in a moment of weakness, you might surprise yourself.

A well-read woman is a dangerous creature.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

You are your own worst enemy. If you can learn to stop expecting impossible perfection, in yourself and others, you may find the happiness that has always eluded you.

He was my confidant, the person who was always on my side even when he wasn't taking my side.

Most men don't seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.” ~ Liberty Jones

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

Women eat ice-cream, men toast marshmallows.

I gave up the unequal struggle against what appeared to be in my fate, indeed, I welcomed it with more affection. As one embraces a foe one can't defeat and I felt liberated.

A man is a person who will pay two dollars for a one-dollar item he wants. A woman will pay one dollar for a two-dollar item she doesn't want.

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.

It is in the hard, hard rockpile labor of seeking to win, hold, or deserve a reader's interest that the pleasant agony of writing again comes in.

I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.

The cornerstone on which all things are based is man's concept of himself.

According to your medical checkup, you are dead.

Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.

Our idea of a real problem is someone else's idea of an ultimate dream. Put the 'problem' in perspective